Odd.

1.1 Work Call

He picked up the house phone to the sound of people chatting loudly. There was also the distinct sizzle of food being cooked and his dad barking orders in the background.

"Hey can you come in? We're down two servers and your dad is crazy stressed." He recognized Randy's raucous voice immediately. It was hard to miss.

He glanced down at the textbook and highlighter in front of him. He'd been studying since he got home aside from when Mal barged into his room an hour ago. Besides, he'd be getting paid so maybe a trip to the restaurant wouldn't be so bad.

"Yeah," he said while closing his text book and sliding out of bed. "I'll be there in ten."

"Thanks man, we owe ya one."

He only muttered a reply before hanging up and changing into a work tee and pair of jeans. After running his fingers through his hair he grabbed his keys and hurried out the door—shoes on this time.